He was there right in front of me
he was the first thing I saw
on that particular early morning sunrise
Raven, standing on the road
almost as if he was waiting for me
reminding me before my flight
to keep my feet on solid ground, once I arrived
how he knows me so well
It was a tour of sorts
the ghosts I’d visit in my time on home soil
I did it, I went back in time
I went down streets of memories
I went back to all that haunted me
I took a good look around
I felt their presence
and I felt that terribly dark-colored aura
It’s taken me fifty years to realize
those ghosts must be left
in the very dust of time
where they belong
where they’ve been laying all these years
after all, I can’t change the past
nobody can
and if by luck or chance
I see the Raven when I return home
I shall tell him so.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A very traumatic trip home. Now I can leave all those streets of bad memories where they belong, in the past. 🌹
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Visual items from the past can bring so many memories good and bad. Triggers on a loaded gun a gentle squeeze and off they go. A poem of feeling my friend.
The Raven part is true, he really was just sitting there, maybe a warning, thank you my dearest sorrenbarret, realization can suck 🤕 but tomorrow will be better. 🌹 Glad to be home with you my dear poet and compassionate friend.
Hello Teddy,
To return to, where once were ghosts that can still haunt from afar can be cathartic as can poetry itself. So, if you see that raven again just brush it aside and carry on.I have enjoyed reading this poem, very much so, it rings through and true.
Wishing you all the best,
Tony.
Dear Tony, I'm completely humbled by your visits and your beautiful words thank you so much. 🌹
Interesting how certain things can hold and trigger certain memories and they always come out of the blue, i hope you manage to leave the ghosts behind, much easier said than done. Nicely expressed write, enjoyed the read
I went back to the place I was born, all the streets and I realised that the reason I've been grieving most of my life is because I was simply born into a family who doesn't care for one another. It only took me fifty years but now it's well and truly understood, better late than never, thank you dear Poetic Licence, I'm curing my own loss just by sharing with other compassionate poets. Thank you Sir. 🌹
You are very welcome
Dearest Teddy, you know my profound love for your Raven series. There’s such power in this one...quiet, grounded, and brave. The Raven’s presence, the ghosts, the walk through memory’s shadowed streets…it all builds to something sacred and beautiful. You didn’t just visit the past...you faced it. And now, finally, you can let it rest. (at least as much as any of us can). Rock on,Teddy. 🌹👏 I know this experience must not have been easy for you and I am sending you positive vibes...but wow you expressed it so well in this poem, my friend!
Full of understanding and compassion truly makes me feel humbled to have you here dear Tristan. Today I am in pain but tomorrow is another day. Biggest of hugs 🤗
Biggest hugs right back atcha, my friend. 🤗
Powerful and poignant. I'm glad you are moving forward, sweet Teddy.
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